...rage!" Then wiih weak arms her weeping babes carefs'd, And fighing, hid them in her blood-ftain'd veft. From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies, Fear in his heart, and frenzy in his eyes; ^ E'iza's name along the camp he calls, Eliza echoes through the canvafs walls; Qui. k through the...

...300 Then with weak arms her weeping babes carefs'd, And, fighing, hid them in her blood-ftain'd veft. From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies, Fear...in his eyes ; Eliza's name along the camp he calls, Eli?a echoes through the canvas walls ; Quick through the murmuring gloom his footfteps tread, O'er...

...The angel, Pity, shuns the walks of war !— " Oh, spare ye war-hounds, spare their tender age ! " On me, on me," she cried, "exhaust your rage ! — Then with weak arms her weeping babes caress'df And sighing hid them in her blood-stain'd vest,.. From teftt to tent the impatient warrior...

...On me, on me,1' she cry'd, " exhaust your rage !" — Then with weak arms her weeping babes caiest, And, sighing, hid them in her blood-stain'd vest. From tent to tent th' impatitnt warrior flies, Fear in his heart, and frenzy in hii eyes; Eliza's name along the camp...

...angel, pity, shuns the walks of war !— •" Oh spare, ye war hounds, spare their tender age ! — " On me, on me," she cried, " exhaust your rage!" Then...impatient warrior flies, Fear in his heart, and frenzy iu his eyes ; Eliza's name along the camp he calls, Eliza echoes through the canvass walls ; Quick...

...— " The angel PITY, shuns the walks of war ! " Oh, spare, ye war-hounds, spare their tender age! " On me, on me," she cried, " exhaust your rage!" Then...them in her blood-stain'd vest. From tent to tent th' impatient warrior flies, Fear in his heart, and frenzy in his eyes : Eliza's name along the camp...

...tread O'er groaning heaps, the dying and the dead, Vault o'er the plain, and, in the tangled wood,— From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies, (Fear in his heart, and frenzy in his eyes:) 40 Lo! dead Eliza, weltering in her blood! 45 Poor weeping babe, with bloody fingers pressed, And tried,...

...rage I" Then with weak arms, her weeping babes caressed, And, sighing, hid them in her blood-stained vest. From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies, (Fear in his heart, and frenzy in his eyes:) 35 Eliza's name along the camp he calls, Eliza, ! echoes through the canvass walls ; Quick through...

...from far ! The angel, pity, shuns the walks of war ! Oh, spare ye war-hounds, spare their tender age, On me, on me," she cried, " exhaust your rage !" Then with weak arms her weeping babes caressed, And sighing, hid them in her blood-stained vest. From tent to tent the impatient warrior...